It’s at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don’t know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that’s why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A bad night is not always a bad thing.
I refer to the restaurant
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.
Topics: Children, Inner-child
Writers must fortify themselves with pride and egotism as best they can. The process is analogous to using sandbags and loose timbers to protect a house against flood. Writers are vulnerable creatures like anyone else. For what do they have in reality? Not sandbags, not timbers. Just a flimsy reputation and a name.
Topics: Writers, Authors & Writing, Writing
- Ursula K. Le Guin Science-fiction writer
- Ray Bradbury American Novelist
- Doris Lessing British Novelist, Poet
- Robert A. Heinlein American Novelist
- Arthur C. Clarke English Science-fiction Writer
- Jeanette Winterson English Novelist
- George Borrow English Novelist
- Margaret Drabble English Novelist
- Anthony Powell English Novelist
- Evelyn Waugh English Novelist